TIMESPLASH, a short story by macetheace.
Date added: 2013-07-02. Times viewed: 767.

He had always been an outsider. Despite the intimate connectivity he felt with the harmonious void of creation, he was always alone, even in his youth. The scant number of companions he had teamed up with during his voyages helped him transform a portion of his suffering, but he knew they were still dependents, not kindred beings. They could not comprehend for long the superlative significance of grand obligations or the zeniths of freedom and love; they fell back into selfish behavior frequently, out of necessity, they often assumed. While he understood this was part of their character, this rarely operated as a balm. His upwelling feelings of isolation had to be managed, or they would crystallize and he would be virtually inconsolable for many months; no one nearby that he knew had the power to heal him, and he was far removed from his original world. In fact, he was extremely lost. His advancing emptiness motivated him to be constantly on the move, to escape the problems of his shadow self. During a brief period of reflection, he considered taking an additional journey. He knew that newborns experienced a similar, abbreviated version of what was often called “the expedition” when they emerged from the womb and rooted themselves in a world at large. However, the terror that accompanied their journey usually made much of it unpleasant. He had surpassed his fears and was comfortable with the chaotic phantasmagoria the journeys generated; he knew fully that what manifested was under his command. He resolved that he would take another excursion, perhaps this time he would find some solace.

Inward he fell. Into energy space, into the brilliant, singular fluctuations of sealed niches, where form combined with formlessness. Would the residents of the new reality greet him in full light of day, or would they register him superficially askance, as a stranger in the mist of night? The dictate of his personality would make its determination--the future was an eventuality, a someplace and somewhere that free will must embrace. To not do so was to capitulate to insanity: arrival was inevitable, assisted by soul. He was impinging on the edge of being lost in the time stream, yet his focus would bring him to the confluence he desired. What thoughts and impressions would he home in on? A surreal tapestry of choices was accessible at his cue. He began to reality fish--searching for a point that could become his harbor. Subtle inklings embedded themselves in his mind, acting as temporary guides to facilitate further probing. His pineal gland secreted DMT and his body relaxed; his sagacity expanded and he could view himself with lucidity. His mind then opened its fantasy floodgates and his unconscious poured out, infusing the bejeweled plasma of his throbbing heart with sparks that created osmosis spasms deep within his being. This piercing vivacity opened interior pathways to intensely oscillating energy lattices within his core, and he delved further into the effervescent energy ocean.

He essentially became a rocketing paranormal ghost, skimming off quantum particles from the ether and absorbing them without hesitation or distraction, confident he would not encounter an impasse, controlled by his volition alone. His recollections, preferences, ponderings, his personality---a synthesis of his aggregate transcendental essence (past and present), was now converging on the moment of creation---he tightened his dilated spectral vapor and grounded himself profoundly in the center of his planetary arrival nexus---TIMESPLASH had been initiated. Exploding waves of his unique signature energy rippled out into the universe, extending from planet fall, seeding and plugging his vital nature into the flow of the evolving time stream. Like a splash down of a rock into a pool of still water, this TIMESPLASH created a new time line at the precise moment his spirit entered the domain of a parallel universe. It also tempered that time line, forging a new reality at the point of impact, and the dint of this event was uniquely assessed, according to the energy of his individual life force. The ripples imparted by his arrival radiated out onto every molecule and entity in the nascent universe, through a myriad of dimensions, at superluminal speeds; he was now completely rooted in a new reality, one that he had a stake in. He was not merely a vacationer, but a member of this new abode.

He gradually retrieved his essence, gathering it up with the vigorous intent of a supreme magistrate, sopping it up until he was replenished and felt full of verve. Once his corporeal structure had congealed, the Crononaut opened his eyes, expecting the usual oblivious response of the natives in this universe, one he had experienced in other universes, 312 times before. Yet this time was different. These denizens knew who he was, and they had closely participated in his rebirth. Like attendant midwives, they had attentively watched him implant himself in the matrix of the universe, then had rejoiced as they created the new time line together, with him, in a blissful camaraderie. They remained linked, and had adhered to each other and him during the TIMESPLASH episode. His collaborators amassed in a circle around him and shouted in celebratory salutations. With incredulity, the man suddenly realized they had been observing and energetically shadowing him not only during his entire arrival event, but even beforehand. After he had singled out a leader from the crowd, he accosted the being and spoke: “How did you know I was coming?”. The cohort responded, “We saw your signal in the distance, like a spiraling comet in the sky. We were able to intercept you because you have been familiar to us“. He somehow knew them too, as a dreamer knows a thought on the ceiling of his dreams, then recalls it with insight upon waking. He was not a stranger, arriving in the night like an unobtrusive stone, his being seemingly rippling undetectably across the firmament of an alternate universe. His loneliness, acquired through many decades of transition, was satiated. He struck up a relationship with the residents as equals, and would return to them often, to grant audacious favors and ask for advice. With his assistance, their civilization flourished, exceeding their wildest imaginings; he became a respected and optimistic voice in the halls of their communes. The awakenings he had experienced during these partnerships reignited a fervor in him to venture back into the exhilarating infinitude of creation, into a place of his own that he found very malleable and mysterious. He would TIMESPLASH again.

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